Wet fur indicated it was the hybrid now taking me. A clawed hand pushed underneath me and grabbed a breast, the other hand held my hip. The pad of that vicious clawed thumb stroked over my receptive asshole, teasing me.

A mighty thrust later his knot was firmly seated and his short panting breath indicated he was nearing his end. I was, too. The knot rubbed me from inside out and I felt the orgasm starting to crest.

Screaming his name over the lake I gripped the slick boulder I was on for dear life. His unearthly howl nearly drowned it out as he spasmed inside of me.

Fur receded...